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Centurion dreams are as beautiful as the poet's pen; Emperor dreams are of the horrific of glories of the sword.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 11, 2020.
You know, the poets have no pen... because they simply write their own exit.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 11, 2020.
The escape route from hell is carved by the poet's pen, those mighty silver-bladed words.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 11, 2020.
A pen is for chickens, a coup is for the morally bankrupt, the poet instead has their corner where all are free to listen as much as they wish, always free to take their leave.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 11, 2020.